“Three cups,” Caspien said, “Please,” He added.
“Cream or sugar?” She asked.
“You’re going to want the cream.” I looked at Caspien, and he gave me my smile. The smile that took too long for him to feel comfortable with but now was something that seemed to fit him. “Cream then.” Caspien nodded to the waitress.
“I still can’t believe it,” Cali stretched out her arms around the place, “This was both my salvation and d.amnation in one place and I didn’t have to go back since.”
I was sitting between my dair fairy godmother and the man I ran from when I first saw him here. It might have been poetic if I was into that sort of thing.
“You wanted to be whisked away?” Caspien asked, and Cali gave him a glare that promised a fiery painful d.eath.
“I wouldn’t call it that,” Cali grabbed the mug of coffee set before her, “If anything, I was doing more of the whisking,” She raised a dark red brow over her mug. “What does that even mean?” I asked, and she shrugged giving me her signature wry smile.
“You know.”
“I quite literally don’t.”
“I hate to admit it,” Caspien cut in, “But you do make a great asset, Holden is lucky, Crescent Moon is lucky.” Caspien said not looking her way.
I had never seen Cali so shocked before. She looked like she might drop her mug. Her mouth opened and closed again.
“We’ll take the check,” Caspien said, taking a long sip of his coffee, but I could see him try not to wince at the bitterness.
He left a $50 on the counter, Cali clutched her check that wasn’t even half of that, and I followed them out, stealing a backward glance at the place that held so much for me.
A place that I sometimes dreaded coming to, a place I counted down the minutes until I could leave. I never thought I would feel so nostalgic about a diner but I did.
“Close your eyes.” Caspien said sounding impatient.
“Have you even seen it?” I countered.
“Yes, well, a bit.” He shrugged, “Come on.”
I did what he said just because he sounded so excited about it. Even though we chose this together, and ultimately let the designers handle it.
“You too, Emmett. I see you peeking.” Caspien chided.
“Now what?” I covered my eyes.
“Trust me?” He asked.
“You’re not giving me an option.” I smiled, “But completely.”
He wrapped an arm around me, and Emmett laughed in my ear from where Caspien picked him up. I was nervous, not for the reveal, but because I thought I would bump into something. Caspien’s scope of movement was way different than mine. “Two more steps.” I walked forward, “Okay, now.”
I dropped my hands, looking at him first. His eyes seemed to light up. He looked years younger as he smiled down at me.
“Do you like it?” He asked, shifting Emmett to his other arm.
I looked around the room. It was the same massive open front room of our apartment but somehow vastly different. It was one thing planning and choosing it, but an entirely other thing to see it come to life.
The stark sharp coolness was toned down. The space was brightened with plants, the sharpness cut through with the dark wooden beams installed on the high ceilings. I think even the floorboards were changed, lightened a bit.
It was the same space but we made it ours. Caspien said he never decorated himself, never cared enough to. I liked that we chose this space together. Brought some elements of both of us into the place that was our family home. “This looks so good.” Emmett immediately ran to his toy area, which had new furniture instead of the mismatched bins we were using as a temporary measure.
“I love it,” I took a few more steps in.
“I even had the couches changed and added some colored throw pillows,” Caspien shrugged, “Not my idea but I went with their suggestions.”
“It’s beautiful. It’s us.” I pulled him down for a kiss intertwining my hands in his hair.
This was our home now.
“Emmett, want to check out your room?” Caspien asked, and Emmett bounded up the stairs faster than we could follow him.
His room was, of course, blue. The bed was smaller so that he had room for bookshelves and a toy area.
“I want to play,” He ran in.
I grabbed Caspien’s hand and led him towards our room.
“I didn’t have our room done. I thought we were going to wait.” He frowned.
“I was thinking about this room, the guest room across from ours.” I opened the door flipping on the light.
“What do you want to do with it?” Caspien asked, placing his palm on the low of my back.
“I thought it would be a nice space for a nursery.” I looked at him, and his eyes widened.
“You want to try?” He took a step back, a wide smile plastered on his face, “Can we?”
“We don’t have to.” I said Caspiens eyebrows tugged together, “The baby is already on the way.”
(Caspien)
I was so excited to hear that Willa was thinking about having children with me. I wanted more kids; I was surprised to find out that I actually wanted them instead of feeling that I had to have them to carry on the line.
I never connected with children, not that I had a chance to really be around them. But when I met Emmett, I felt my world shift. He was different than expected, and he wasn’t scared of me. So trusting, kind, and I fell in love with him more every day.
I would have as many kids with Willa as she would let me, but we never talked about it. I wanted kids with her for longer than I admitted to myself. I promised myself and her that we could take it slow, at her pace, and even though she was officially my Luna, there was no need to pressure her into anything she wasn’t ready for.
“You want to try?” I asked her. I felt like I was in complete shock, but the good kind.
“We don’t have to,” She said.
That almost shattered me. Did she not want this? Was she worried I wouldn’t want it?
I opened my mouth to tell her that I wanted to if she did, that I wanted nothing more. She looked a bit nervous, or maybe it was excited.
“The baby is already on the way,” She said, a shadow of a smile crossing her beautiful face. She looked at me nervously, studying my face.
I took a step back, looking at her stomach.
She’s not just going to pop up like a balloon – Atlas said
We sniffed. Her scent hasn’t changed yet. She must be very early along
We have another pup – Atlas pranced around like a show dog
“Really?” I asked her. She nodded, biting her lip. I couldn’t help the smile that broke out on my face, “Really?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.